One True Love

When I was a freshman in high school (about fifteen) I went to the United Kingdom on a family trip.  We were staying in a hotel in London at the same time as a group that was performing. Thinking back with what I know now (it was August, near Edinburgh), it must have been a school group or a fringe fest group.  There was one person practicing violin at about 1 am.  Loudly.  In the hallway.  Here I was a stranger in a strange land and there was this violin music.  I wrote a poem about it.  Over the years, it has become lost but I still remember the opening two lines because I had read it to my parents and was told, "that's creepy."  It is the same three lines used here.  I decided to use the lines and try to recreate the feeling of the lonely young man, practicing the fiddle, at the wee hours of the morning, desperately seeking...

One True Love

A man and his instrument are one

One constantly craving

The company of the other

The haunting melodies

Rise down the darkened corridors

Calling to mind

Gypsy ghosts of yesteryear

The student studies with strings

Crafting compositions for classes

Making nightly worship

At the altar of Apollo

He sweats and bleeds notation

Knowing this is life blood

Music is his mistress

He will never truly love another

Beyond his first

One true love

Blank Canvas

I might be in over my head

This boulder is rolling down the cliffside

I only wanted to share my joy

But I might lose what I find most precious

The harsh light causes me to shut my eyes

But its warmth still causes me to smile

And reaching up, pull the shutters closed

I wonder if there is a way to have

Both the light and darkness

My indecision has cost me in the past

There are ghost that whisper my name

Hard drives can never be truly erased

Everyone has files that can’t be deleted

Sometimes it’s easier to just share space

If you don’t share all your secrets

What you don’t know can’t be held against you

I’m afraid I don’t know anything at all

I’m a student of the universe

Teach me, for I’m a blank canvas

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